I can’t believe we made it

[scrollerpete]

Since we have many SENIORS members in the Village, this will hit home

[Foxfold]

Yep, that is how we were brought up, along with 'magic' words like 'Please' and 'Thank you' and respect for our Elders.  How things have changed.

[Scrappile]

One of the things I give thanks for,,, is that I was born in the 1944, and had the privilege of living through those years.  I would not give up any of it for all the neat fancy things kids have today,,, not saying or know if it is good or bad,, but I had a great time in my generation, and feel blessed that I was born when I was.  I have grand kids that were born when they had all the fancy stuff... They are turning out mighty good,,, so I guess it is all okay.. but I would not trade them.. 

[dansnow]

[JimErn]

And it was not just here, I was a military brat and I had those same experiences all over the world with kids who did not share the same language.

But the best thing was being a teenager in the 60's.  Walking to school carrying a rifle, sitting with it in all my classes because it was a visual aid for speech class.  Learning to shoot, and learning that damn well, with iron sights - scopes were for rich people.  Being on the high school rifle team. Building a car and being so damn proud when it fired for the first time.  Our generation was confrontational, we protested, we broke the rules, and we made it.  

The worst part it was on Monday mornings when the principal would read the names of students who were killed in action.  Knowing we might be next, after all that was the senior trip for most of us.

But I would not trade it for all the tech and supposed freedom in todays world.  

[AUTOMILE]

Awesome !!!!! I lived thru all that and survived as well lol

[spirithorse]

Thanks @scrollerpete  and I liked the reminder that @Scrappile  shared that our grandkids DID grow up with all the

new technology but, if we raise them properly, they still have the morals to live a good life.

It's just sad that I could never allow my grandson to get on a bicycle and ride 4 or 5 miles out in the country to visit a
school friend to swim in the farm pond or play basketball in the hay loft like I could as a young boy. Through no fault of his own, 
other people can't be trusted.

God Bless! Spirithorse

[Joe W.]

2 minutes ago, spirithorse said:

It's just sad that I could never allow my grandson to get on a bicycle and ride 4 or 5 miles out in the country to visit a
school friend to swim in the farm pond or play basketball in the hay loft like I could as a young boy. Through no fault of his own, 
other people can't be trusted.

Roger that - I used to get out of school, do a part time job, go to the pool hall after and hitchhike home and never once had a bad experience.  
Glad I'm not a kid in today's world.  It looks really, really complicated in so many ways.

[Scrappile]

On 11/25/2021 at 5:27 AM, JimErn said:

And it was not just here, I was a military brat and I had those same experiences all over the world with kids who did not share the same language.

But the best thing was being a teenager in the 60's.  Walking to school carrying a rifle, sitting with it in all my classes because it was a visual aid for speech class.  Learning to shoot, and learning that damn well, with iron sights - scopes were for rich people.  Being on the high school rifle team. Building a car and being so damn proud when it fired for the first time.  Our generation was confrontational, we protested, we broke the rules, and we made it.  

The worst part it was on Monday mornings when the principal would read the names of students who were killed in action.  Knowing we might be next, after all that was the senior trip for most of us.

But I would not trade it for all the tech and supposed freedom in todays world.  

The first fire arm safty class I took was in PE Calass 7th grade,,,  Back when schools taught the important things...

[preprius]

Wow ,  this brought back so many things I did when I was a kid.   

Mom said just be home before dark. 

I was in 3rd grade and rode my bike to school.   They sent me to the principals office.   He said riding your bike is only for 6th graders.   1967.  Virginia. I had been riding my bike to school for months.

The last day of school, I walked home instead of riding the bus.   So they gave me my report card and I walked home.

Stopped at the mulberry land site,   ate some.  Stopped at the creek threw rocks. Found some sassaphrass trees and got some scrapping for tea.  I carried a cub scout knife.  I was almost home and noticed I did not have my report card. . 

Oh darn  I retraced my steps. . Yep there it was right near the creek where I decided to skip rocks.  Really close to the school.  

Oh and there was some serial killer wanted in the general area. 

The creek area now is probably a homeless drug campsite.

 

Now a days the schools took out the swings and slides.   They were finding used needles in the sand where kids would land.  Purposely pointing to stab the kids.  I found some with my metal detector in schools also.   

I guess those people did not grow up with disipline.  Belts, switches,  and love. 

 

[Sparkey]

Yep, I am also an old timer and wouldn’t trade it for anything.